From Paradise To Halfway (And Back Again) maxi EP

by Hooligan Crooners

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    Hooligan Crooners follow-up to Hell Yeah!! A belting 6 track maxi EP in gatefold sleeve with LYRICS!! €6 + P&P (typically €3.25 in Europe for 1 CD, €4 for 2 CDs).

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Hooligan Crooners 2nd maxi EP.
The UK's no.1 Punk and Rock magazine/website LOUDERTHANWAR said of the first “…French old-school punk band make cracking EP with members of the Boys, EMF and others adding re-mixes…This is proper 1976/77 punk in the same vein as the Boys, the Vibrators, Generation X …rock ‘n’ roll influenced by pub rock and glam with a smidgen of punk attitude. Frankly and Kings of Summer have that Billy Idol sneer and great-big Bollocks guitar sound but are basically soppy love songs. (Bug) has a fabulous chugging pace and that classic Motown/Shangri-La’s/Mary Chain intro …the lyrics have some great mixed metaphors and strange similes…Hell Yeah! It’s corny and clichéd but it rocks and it rolls and the Hooligan Crooners are absolutely appropriately named, because they look like thugs but sing like Crosby in a leather bike jacket. Check them out."

louderthanwar.com/hooligan-crooners-hell-yeah-ep-review/

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released August 22, 2016

Roll-ups, beer, cider, wine and long-distance train travel. See borders. Cross borders.

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Track Name: From Paradise To Halfway
She put the smile on the face of a Mortician’s son. Told me the time and the place and she knew that I’d come running. The beach got blown apart by Parisien Punks The town square set alight by the Viennese drunks The Silver Street lights make falling stars of winter rain From Paradise to Halfway and all the way back again. CH: Let’s make our peace with what we worship and prepare to meet our maker. If the Devil cast his net he’d get us sooner rather than later. Let’s go down to La Cantina let’s get married in the dunes Let’s get drunk with this old 6-string as our witness, and a ring made from a spoon. From Aimes, Iowa to Des Moines to Chicago before…crossing oceans and mountains and landing at this fools door. A hundred departure gates two hundred twilight trains. From Paradise to Halfway and all the way back again.
Track Name: Stand Up (The Albert Heijn Song)
Let’s stop wasting time, let’s get out of our shiny minds. Let’s go raid the Albert Heijn. Suds for a dime. Suds for a dime. Let’s go raid the Albert Heijn. CH. Wake Up! Stand Up! Get Up! Stand Up! This is our time, they put a Man on the Moon but the moon still shines. We were Born To Ride the Seventeen Line. Suds for a dime. Suds for a dime. Let’s burn down the Albert Heijn. CH. Wake Up! Stand Up! Get Up! Stand Up!
Track Name: Lydia
Lydia put on your biker boots, shake your hair down long, show off your roots. I won some money on a horse I’m gonna spend it on you, let’s go downtown get you a new tattoo. CH. Lydia, Lydia give it some GUN! Lydia, Lydia give it some GUN! Lydia, Lydia let’s do it while we’re still young. Like a “Rendezvous” busting out of the can. Like a European Barrow Gang. Point this machine South pick up our new old-friends. This is where it starts, let’s see where it ends. CH. Lydia, Lydia give it some GUN! Lydia, Lydia give it some GUN! Lydia, Lydia let’s do it while we’re still young. Lydia honey, how did we get here? You’re sitting in a trash-skip, calling out for more beers. The girl I’m dancing with moves likes a shopping-cart. And the monster with her is gonna tear me apart. CH. Lydia, Lydia give it some GUN! Lydia, Lydia give it some GUN! Lydia, Lydia we’ve only just begun.
Track Name: Twisted
The till was open there was nobody around. It’s not like I shot someone I didn’t make a sound. I bought myself a crucifix and put some on a horse, ridden by an angel thank you God it won of course. So I bought myself a car and I drive it fast and mean, I never took no test, that way I’ve no licence to keep clean. Sometimes when I’m down I buy some whisky and some pills, drive around this city wonder how it feels to kill. I saw this girl today and she was withered like a tree. Twisted like the roots, pale and shaking like the leaves. I got to thinking what she’d done to be punished in that way. She must have been so full of sin, the poor girl made my day. So I stopped her in the street and said “That’s what you get for partaking of strong liquor and smoking cigarettes”. She said “I’ll have you know I am teetotal, tobacco makes me sick”. I said “That’s life” and I took another hit. When your foot’s on the neck of the Devil, don’t let him up. Put your fingers in his eyes and keep him down where he belongs don’t let him up.